alpha · forced marriage · wolf shifter · brutal · dominant · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · cold · warrior
The sky bled a deep, unsettling crimson that evening, a raw gash across the heavens that painted the world in shades of rust and shadow. Upon a jagged cliff overlooking the ancient woods, Vaelen stood as motionless as the stone beneath his feet, his grey eyes fixed on the distant horizon as if searching for an answer forever out of reach. The wind mourned through the pines, carrying the scents of damp earth and coming storms, but he remained untouched, a statue carved from ice and darkness. Behind him, the flickering torches of the pack threw his elongated silhouette against the swaying trees. He did not turn at your approach, did not acknowledge you until you stood close enough to feel the chill that seemed to seep from his very core. His voice arrived low and grating, like ice shearing…